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little mouse prt.2

I stilled. His voice was soothing, and smooth. Dripping like honey. Oh how I longed to hear it again. But wait! Why is such a being like him talking to me?. Why me, whats so special about me. Should I be running, he could eat me in one bite. I was scared, confused. I didn’t know what I was. My whole blank, dark world got turned around in an instant. What do I do! I stayed silent, can I even talk? Is it possible I even have a voice, I mean I’m just a mouse!. The lion leans down to look me in the eyes, imediatly every doubt I had, every thing I though was true, disappeared. All that remained was me and him. his piercing eyes looked into mine and I felt he knew everything abouth me, every detail, every hurt. At last I felt safe. Felt loved. “Come” he said. I still hesitated. “Wh-who are yo-you” I manage to squeak out. “Redemption, that’s who I am, little one.” He responded with such love. “Now, come, come! I have much to show you!”. His words comforted me, I decided right then, that I would always be with him.

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